Object Lovers Novels & Stories

She opens her mouth, as the gate appears right below her, opens up drags her inside as she screams. “Mom! Dad!” To the door that slammed shut and the spell vanished. They both smiles as they hold each other’s hand running towards the demon they call. “Ophiuchus.” SHAKEN as she immediately covers her mouth and somehow holds her breath. Her tears won’t stop from falling as her bleeding nose stops on the other hand. Wiping all the blood as she remembers them, finally recognizing them, she looks up and straight unto the two that hold the cards of ‘The Lovers’, where the longing and wanting rings inside of her as she whispers.

10 RULES OF OUR LOVE LOLA'S POV “You were planning to force me into getting married to Anna Richard, dad, so I came up with the idea of a contract wife, and I went ahead with it. But the contract is in the past now because I love Lola so much, and I can’t live without her,” Andrea explained to his dad, and his dad breathed out a sigh of relief.

Gently but surely, Adrastos pressed his hips downwards, and the greater contact with her thighs made them start to pulse. And still, his fingers continued to hover a hair’s breadth from her cheeks. Still, his mouth maintained that tiny tantalizing gap above hers. “Come on, Electa mou, say something,” he encouraged. “Describe how these many lovers matched up to me… I can’t wait to hear all about it… It should be quite entraining…” Mutely, Electa shook her head. Adrastos sucked some air. “Were there any other lovers, Electa mou?” “You deserve there to have been thousands of other lovers!” Electa burst out, without knowing she was going to say it.

My eyes involuntarily searched for the lock Katherine had locked. "You can't find it," Mike said, staring down at me. When he noticed the confusion on my face, he added, "The very next day, I sent a locksmith to unlock Katherine's lock. It was never meant to be locked because"—he lifted his hand, showing the lock of our names—"this love lock was meant to be locked." I crossed my arms around his torso as I hugged him. His arms came around me, pulling me closer to him. "I love you," he whispered as he nuzzled into the crook of my neck.

as he hollers just a min, and she hits him just right and his vision blurs as he climaxes and he can feel her do the same. He pushes his forhead against hers softly and says I love you baby and she says always and stands up. He watches their time together run down her leg. She goes to grab a towel and he stands up grabbing it for her and while keeping her gaze he wipes her clean and kisses her I can't wait to get you outta here and home. But what about my date its our second one! He grabs her pulling her against him that's bullshit why are you with him you know you are mine! She pushes away from him well then you shouldn't have left and she pulls the door open just as he pulls up his pants

Once we're done eating Bella's delicious pancakes she simply crawls onto my lap and we spend the next half hour kissing, then making sweet love right there on the new garden chair without bothering to undress fully. I lose myself in the sweet caresses and passionate kisses, needy for her – her taste, her scent, the warmth of her skin – rather than my own satisfaction. It doesn't feel like make-up sex, more as if she's comforting me further, knowing exactly what I need right now. I love her, and she clearly loves me, but somehow this leaves me sad rather than happy. Not that she loves me, of course, but the fact that I should be more worthy of that love while I'm so obviously not.

I answered with a leveled voice. His gaze stropped on my fingers which were tugging on my ears and he sighed. “You suck at lying, you know.” I shook my head, my fingers dropping from my ears. “How are the arrangements for Love unscripted going?” I asked, opting for a change in the topic. “Fine,” he answered. “The filming was shifted to this week because there was a sudden change in the location.” “Okay, I don't have any important schedule this week, do I?”

“Doesn’t anyone else think they’re perfect for each other? Just look at their backgrounds—they went to the same schools from elementary to university, their career paths align so well, and even their looks are compatible. Anyone who knows them, speak up!” Once someone started the conversation, it snowballed into a flood of posts. Users began crafting an elaborate love story for Lena and Alaric: two heirs from similar family empires, forced to compete against each other, only to find love after one family’s downfall. The tale was so detailed it almost seemed real. Holding her phone, Lena opened the trending page and marched straight into Alaric’s office. “Is this the ‘not-too-outrageous’ topi

Like a child had asked if the moon was made of cheese. Louis's chest cracked open. Lorenzo set the glass down and crossed to him, his hands finding Louis's waist, his thumbs tracing circles through the silk. "The shirt looks good on you." "Lorenzo. I asked you a question." Lorenzo's smile faded. His face was close now, too close, his breath warm against Louis's lips. "I do not love you." His voice was soft, almost tender. "Not the way you mean. You are not my lover, Louis. You are my favorite. My favorite thing. Like a bird that sings only for me. Like a poem I read over and over until the pages wear thin.”

Sasha smiled as she felt her mate's hands hugging her and pulling her closer. He is being so affectionate, she thinks with enormous happiness. "I love you," Occisor whispers in Sasha's ear. "And I love you," she whispers back with a big smile on her face. "Can we go again?" Sasha asks shyly. Occisor smiles maliciously and climbs up and over his beloved, resuming all the tangle of delicious sensations they felt. The smell of love, the union of destinies. The journey of salvation, love will fix everything. Just as Selene decreed between the lines of her promise.